I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 545

Chapter 92: The Phoenix’s Acknowledgment

The young mage stood there as if struck by lightning, mouth agape and speechless.

Roy sighed slightly, somewhat understanding his plight.

In the mid-Third Era, the Demon Race nearly wiped out humanity in a one-sided slaughter.

Demons didn’t need to farm, didn’t require a population, or governance. Wherever they passed, the land turned into a literal wasteland, tainted by magical energy, leaving living beings unable to survive.

Murdering cities and annihilating nations was just everyday business for demons, and they genuinely desired to exterminate the human race entirely.

From the moment they were corrupted by magical energy, their very nature had fallen.

At that time, humanity was already a disordered mess, completely unprepared to face such horrors. With the demon invasion in full swing, they lost fifty percent of their land and seventy percent of their population, teetering on the brink of crisis.

Mentioning Booker’s background, textbooks barely scratched the surface—his family destroyed, he joined the Academy in his youth to study magic.

Because, during that era, there were simply too many who lost everything; there was nothing more to say.

It was clear that Booker had fought hard to come this far, wagering everything for the power of the gods.

The last hope for humanity’s survival was whimsically dismissed by the other party. Even the young mage, who had faced countless terrifying traps and trials without faltering, was now losing composure.

“No, this can’t be happening… You can’t do this!”

“The ancient pact! The murals outside! Phoenix, you should help us!”

“Help you…?” The red-haired girl on the altar squinted beneath the crimson shadows of her eyes, sneering in disdain.

“The pact was made by our ancestors, and the murals were painted by future generations. What does that have to do with me? Like I said, I won’t help. What can you do about it?”

Booker raised his staff, his features twisted, an overwhelming aura surging around him like a tidal wave.

At Sequence 5, he was no longer human but a true extraordinary being, possessing the might to rival thousands.

Yet the girl on the altar simply yawned, utterly uninterested.

Realizing attacking her was futile, Booker finally slumped to the ground, dropping his staff, his head hanging low, looking as if he aged ten years in an instant.

After staring at the young man for a long while, the girl on the altar suddenly looked elsewhere and sighed softly, “I guess I could help you if I really had to.”

“?!”

“However, the flow of divine power needs a contract, and building a contract requires a trade. If you can offer me a sacrifice I like, then I might consider helping you.”

“A sacrifice? Please tell me!”

Booker was like a drowning man clinging to the last straw, anxious as he said, “I’ll pay any price! As long as it saves humanity, I’d gladly offer my life to you!”

“Any price…”

The girl pondered this, a sly smile creeping across her face.

Then, she extended her delicate, rosy bare foot toward the young man below the altar, lightly swaying in the air.

“Then come and lick it.”

“…Huh?”

The girl giggled happily, “Huh, what? I’m telling you to lick my foot.”

“You’re not even a legitimate False King; your life isn’t worth it. But as long as you make me happy licking my foot, I’ll help you. Sounds like a fair deal, right?”

After a moment of silence, the young mage’s face darkened, his muscles tensing.

“Do you think this is funny?”

“What, unwilling…?”

“Do you think this is funny?!” Booker shouted at the deity, his face contorting in fury.

“You can choose not to help me, but you can’t insult the dignity of humanity!”

“That’s right, you are a god, capable of destroying the world with a flick of your finger! The demon crisis means nothing to you! But my fellow beings, living lives you see as mere ants, are being slaughtered and harmed as we speak!”

“Is it so amusing to joke about their fate?!”

Under the roar of the mortal, the noble phoenix girl completely lost her smile.

The air was burning.

Golden flames materialized from thin air, warping the entire ritual site.

God’s wrath could shatter heaven and earth.

Clearly, the proud sun god was on the edge of fury.

With just a thought, she could reduce the mage before her to ash.

The girl stretched out a finger, a massive pressure surged like a hurricane, leaving Booker terrified, involuntarily closing his eyes.

But the next second, what landed on his forehead was a harmless tap.

The girl was right in front of him, a smirk on her face.

“Well, you really aren’t afraid of dying.”

“Mortal, you misunderstood something. I’m not targeting humanity; I’m targeting you.”

“You’re not scared of death? But afraid of licking a girl’s foot?”

Booker blinked, a bit bewildered.

“Don’t get it twisted, mortal. You aren’t even of False King blood; the power of the gods is merely charity for you.” The girl tilted her head, her fiery golden eyes locking onto Booker, as if she could see right through everything, carrying a sense of disdain beyond this mundane world.

“Guys like you, shamelessly demanding power under the pretense of racial righteousness, I’ve seen thousands.”

“Claiming to offer everything while lacking the courage to do so. At the end of the day, I don’t like humans. Weak, short-lived, foolish, even lacking unity—simply synonymous with ineffectiveness…”

The girl darkly remarked, “From my perspective, your survival to this day has relied entirely on the sacrifice of gods, barely hanging on.”

Booker instinctively wanted to retort, but the floating girl stopped his mouth with her fingertip.

“I know what you want to say, ah ah, humans aren’t like that, there are brave ones, blah blah. But I’m not here to debate with you; I want to see action.”

“You’re not afraid of dying; that only proves you don’t care about your life. But unfortunately…” The girl’s phoenix eyes slightly lifted, emanating a wondrous aura, “I can see the most precious thing in the depths of every soul, for you, that’s dignity.”

“If you want my power, prove to me you’re willing to sacrifice everything for the future you desire.”

The girl floated into the air, kicked her leg up, casually placing her bare foot in front of him.

“So here’s another chance—what’s more important, your dignity or the safety of your race? Think it over carefully.”

Booker took a deep breath.

He knelt halfway, holding that delicate bare foot, face contorted in struggle, hands trembling with immense resistance.

But ultimately, he still humbly bent down.

In that moment, the girl’s golden eyes flashed with a moment of surprise.

What the divine sees shines brighter than the flames of the phoenix.

Just as Booker was about to extend his tongue with a mask of pain on his face, the girl abruptly withdrew her foot—only for him to stubbornly cling to her leg like glue, a look of determination on his face.

“Mortal, I acknowledge you…?!”

“Let me lick! Let me lick! For the great cause of humanity, I have no choice but to lick!”

“I said I acknowledged you! Get off me, you pervert!”